In the meantime, here is our Christmas tree! I know I said I wasn't going to have one, but then I got a little sad about the possibility of a tree-less Christmas, so Steven went out and hacked down a pine branch for me. So romantic! The branch isn't quite the perfect shape for a Christmas tree, but I love it. Plus it smells beautiful. Here is the tree, and in particular the angel I made for the top:
Next year Steven has promised we will have a gigantic Christmas tree in the house. Until then, I'm happy with my make-do barn version. Oh and here is our place, a couple of nights ago after the clouds lifted:
I'm editing images from Shelley and Bailey's BEAUTIFUL wedding last weekend. And this afternoon I have to go out and purchase some last minute gifts, with Elmer. He's teething again, which isn't much fun for anyone involved, but I'm hoping that with this 4th molar just finishing pushing through, we'll have a bit of a break over Christmas!
(That last one is hanging on the 'self sufficiency and house building' section of the bookshelf. Steven is Mr Anal and has a different shelf for each part of his book collection.)
We have a few Christmas present wrapped and ready to go under the tree. The only problem is:
1) There isn't any space for a tree in the barn, and;
2) The entire floor space is Elmer's territory, and any presents left there are liable to be unwrapped, destroyed and/or eaten.
I'll have to come up with an alternative solution!
His recent speciality is escaping. From the aforementioned post office (whilst I am innocently licking a stamp), from a shop, whilst I pay at the counter, from people's houses when they open the front door for a SECOND. I think because he's so low down, and so quiet, he's not as noticeable as a child who can actually walk.
Luckily we have a long expanse of grass from the barn to the house build. It takes him a while to shuffle down, then I pick him up and he starts again. That gives us about 15 minutes breathing time. How on earth people cope when their babies start walking... or running (!!) is beyond me.
With all this sunny weather we've had it doesn't feel in the slightest bit Christmassy. Come January I'll be very happy that it's summer, but December ought to be cold and grey, so that we can enjoy open fires, mulled wine, hats, scarves, (maybe a bit of snow?) twinkly lights, big hearty meals, and all the magic of the Christmas season. I'm going to have to move to Lapland.
And I cannot tell you how excited I am to finally have this lens in my hands!!! This is my early Christmas present to myself and it is just beautiful!
We had a lovely time in Christchurch by the way. We took Elmer to see the Ron Mueck sculpture exhibition, which was fantastic, although we rushed a little since it was just before naptime. Here is Steven pointing at Elmer pointing at a giant Ron Mueck newborn baby:
Me and my boy...